Hey, it's me.
5. Squid Ink Sea
"Finn, you did all that for me?" I asked.
"Yeah..." he said, blushing deeply.
I had a feeling that my own blush surpassed even his.
"Finn, that's so sweet." I said, "Come here."
He did, and I kissed him more passionately than I ever had before.
"I think I'll just go away for a while..." said Jake, who had just stood there, forgotten, until now.
"No, we'll just take this some other place." said Finn.
He led me by the hand up the ladder, and onto the roof.
"Now, where were we?" he asked.
"Right here." I straddled him, and kissed him.
Woah.
This was the first time she had kissed me. It was amazing. I felt like my face had been lit on fire. She broke the kiss, but only long enough to roughly pull my hat off. The second she did, though, I shoved my fingers through her hair, and pulled her down. The moment her lips touched mine, all (well, nearly all) my inhibitions flew out the window..
I was surprised by Finn's sudden boldness. I was unable to stop myself from fervently running my fingers through his hair. It had darkened from its original golden blond, but it was still very handsome. Suddenly I heard a snicker behind me. Finn must have heard it, too, because he gently pushed me off him, and called out,
"Who's there? Show yourself or so help me I will destroy you!"
The intruders revealed themselves, and I was astonished to see Fionna, Cake, and Marshall Lee.
"Fionna? Marshall? Cake? What the hell are you guys doing here?" I shouted.
"Yeah!" said Marcy.
"Sorry to intrude on this-haha-tender moment you guys." said Marshall Lee, poorly concealing a laugh .
"Yeah." said Fionna, smirking.
"You guys have no right to laugh. I know for a fact that this exact thing has happened with you two!" I said, pointing to Marshall and Fionna. They both blushed madly.
"Ha! I knew it!" said Marcy.
"Whatever." said Fionna, still blushing.
I heard footsteps coming up the ladder.
"Hey, Finn! I heard voices, what're you do- oh." said Jake.
"Sup, Jake?" Marshall said nonchalantly.
"Heeeeeeey, Marshall..." said Jake uneasily. "Look, I'm just gonna go now..."
"I'll go too!" said Cake. They both retreated downstairs.
A silence grew between us, growing exponentially more awkward each second. Finally, I broke it by saying,
"Hey, you guys wanna see something cool?"
"Sure!" they said, thankful to be rid of the silence.
"Great. Now watch" I said, and jumped off the side of the house.
"Finn!" cried Marshall and Fionna.
"Yeah, sup?" I said as I floated back into their view in my vampire form.
"Oh my Glob, don't do that to me!" said Fionna with relief.
"Wait, you don't have magic powers?" I asked.
"No, I don't."
"Oh. Okay then."
"Hey Finn, bro, that's pretty cool." Marshall admitted.
"Thanks." And I touched back down on the roof, human-looking again. "We should probably go inside, it's getting kinda cold out here."
They all nodded their heads in agreement. When we got inside, Marshall said,
"Oh, and Finn, you don't have the power to destroy me, dude."
"Oh don't I?" I said with a mysterious smile, and snapped my fingers. I disappeared, and then reappeared right behind Marshall.
"Come on Finn, I can cast invisibility, too." he said.
I put my mouth right next to his ear, and whispered,
"I'm not casting invisibility."
He almost jumped out of his skin.
"AAAH!" he screamed. Marceline couldn't help but chuckle quietly at her brother's face.
"Finn, how did you do that?" he asked, perplexed.
"Basic teleportation spell. When I got my powers, the guy who gave them to me gave me an upgrade from standard powers."
"Dude, that's freakin' awesome!" he exclaimed.
"Hey, where are Jake and Cake?" said Fionna.
"Hmm, good question. I don't know." I said. "Does it matter?"
"No, not really, just curious." she said.
"Hey, it's getting' kinda late, so we'd better get headin' home." said Marshall.
"Nonsense." I said, and clapped my hands twice. Two beds appeared.
"We can stay here?" asked Fionna.
"Of course you can."
"Thanks, bro." Marshall said gratefully.
"Ha ha, no probs." I said.
All of us headed to our respective beds, Marceline and me upstairs, Fionna and Marshall in the den.
I put on my pajamas. They were no longer my childhood red footies, though. Now I wore a simple white tee and a pair of black sweats.
"Night, Marcy." I said as I climbed into bed.
"Night, Finn." she said, and turned out the light.
The next day, I woke up early and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Fionna and Marshall were both sprawled on one bed. But it's not like I didn't expect that.
"Finn, over here."
"Oh, mornin' Jake. Where were you last night?" I asked as I walked over to the kitchen, where he was sitting at the table.
"I was helping PB with an experiment." he said
"Oh, that's cool, I guess." I walked over to the fridge and grabbed some eggs.
"Whatcha makin'?"
"Omelettes."
"Sounds good." he said, rubbing his gut.
"I hope they turn out better than last time."
"They should, as long as you actually use a pan this time."
"Hey, I'm not good at cooking." I said defensively.
"That doesn't give you an excuse to almost burn the house down trying to make an omelette."
"Shut up."
I cracked the eggs into a glass mixing bowl and beat them until they turned a pale yellow color. Then I heated a heavy pan on medium. Recalling the recipe, I added butter and let it melt. Adding milk to the eggs and seasoning it with salt and white pepper, I grabbed a whisk and whisked like crazy. When I started to work up a sweat, I poured the eggs into the pan. I let the eggs cook for about a minute. With a rubber spatula, I pushed one edge of the egg into the center of the pan, while tilting the pan to allow the still liquid egg to flow in underneath. I repeated that over, until there was no liquid left. I gently flipped the egg pancake over, using my spatula to ease it over. Then I added ham, tomatoes, cheese, and mushrooms. Using my spatula, lifted one edge of the egg and folded it across and over, so that the edges lined up. I cooked them for another minute or so, but I made sure not to overcook them or allow the egg to turn brown.
I put the omelettes on 6 plates, and slid them on the table to all spots.
"Alright everyone! Breakfast is ready!" I called. My shouts were met by two muffled groans from the other room. I smiled.
Even though we were technically the same person, Fionna and I were worlds apart. Aside from both being adventurers, and really into swords, there was little common ground between us. I was an early riser, she slept through half the day. I had a bear hat, she had a rabbit hat. She had a magic cat, I had a magic dog. She was even a little bit older than me!
A few moments later, and we were all seated and eating.
"So," I said between bites, "Now that you three are here, what do ya wanna do?"
"Hmm..." said Fionna, holding her fork thoughtfully, "I dunno. Any ideas, Marshall?"
"I hear that there's some trouble going down next to the Squid Ink Sea. We could go check that out." he suggested.
"Hey, that sounds good." I said, "Sound good everybody?"
There was a general nodding of heads, and it was settled. I went around the treehouse, gathering items I thought we might need. The Squid Ink Sea is quite a long way away, so I was sure to pack more than what I normally would. I grabbed my demon's blood sword, a few extra hats, some cyclops tears, and a few changes of clothes. I also took my flute, which I had only just recently repaired, a magic tent, and some flint and steel.
All of this fit into my pack, with ample room to spare. A year back, I had enchanted it with an intermediate extending spell. Now, I could fit an enormous amount of things in it, and it would only weigh a fraction of what it should.
At around noon, after we had had lunch, we set off.
There! I did a lil' plot thingy there, did ya see? Plot thingamabob! Anyways, it's getting late, so I had better keep on writing through the night. BOOM! Betcha didn't expect me to say that! Caffeine to the rescue!
The lonely god reveals himself.